LOVE LANGUAGE.

I feel a heavy weight settle on my face the following day and I groan wishing I didn’t have to wake up.

“Blue get off me, I can’t breathe,” I try to tell him my voice muffled by his weight.

He doesn’t comply moving to shove a foot on my boob while trying to stand on my face. I love this kid but sometimes I want to yeet the little fucker far enough that he would still be flying by the time I deign to catch him.

I don’t know what time I passed out last night, but with how I’m feeling, I bet it has only been two hours, give or take.

I open my eyes; which is an effort, just in time to avoid a headbutt from Blue, the kid was hard-headed, I mean that in every way possible.

I roll away from him, cursing inwardly at how hyper he was this early.

“Oomph!”

Miscalculated and toppled to the floor legs tangled up in the sheets.

“This is very entertaining, and sad at the same time.”

That voice has me scrambling to my feet elation flowing in me.